Page 40 of Daddy's Little Dreamer

“Sweet Bee, why is it you can’t let Daddy sleep in?”

“’Cause, it’s our last day together.”

Daddy sighed. I knew he wanted me here with him and it was me dragging his feet, not him. I just dreaded having that conversation with Mom and then leaving her alone.

“My love, have you ever thought that maybe your mom might be ready for a bit of alone time.”

I sat back on the bed, absorbing his words. “Huh, no, I hadn’t.”

“She’s always welcome over here anytime, you know that. Hell, I’d offer to give her a key but have a slight fear she may burst inat the wrong time. If you know what I mean.” Daddy wiggled his brows.

“Sexy times, huh, Daddy.”

“Exactly. And while I know she’s seen your naked ass before, I’m sure it hasn’t been often since you became a big boy. Has it?”

“Not at all since I turned like twelve or thirteen.”

“And if she walks in when you’re favorite toy is awake. That may send her screaming.”

I crossed my arms and huffed. “That’s not my favorite toy, Daddy.” Though it was fun to play with, but I purposely left that off.

“Could’ve fooled me.” Daddy winked. “But, back to the first order of business. It’s still early for our picnic. How about we start with breakfast first?”

“K, Daddy. Can we have waffles with bacon smiley faces?”

“Absolutely. Let’s get dressed first.”

“Ohhhh! You used raspberry for the eyeballs, Daddy.”

“Yes, yes, I’m a very cleaver Daddy indeed. Know what else?”

“What?”

“You didn’t notice any raspberries on the plant yesterday when you planted it, did you?”

“Hmm? Nope.”

“I plucked them off before you planted it so we could eat them before the birds did.”

“Naughty birds. They can’t have my raspberries.”

“Then we may want to consider putting wire fencing around them so only the bees and ladybugs can get to them.”

“You’re so smart. That’s why you’re the Daddy.”

“That’s the whole reason, huh?” Daddy shook his head and chuckled. “I hope there’s more than one reason.”

“A million, gazillion, catrillion reasons why. Brandon thinks he has the best daddy but really I do.”

“Yes, but we don’t want to hurt his or Daddy Adam’s feelings, so it’ll be our secret. Deal?”

“Deal, Daddy.” I finished my nummy breakfast and put my dishes in the dishwasher.

“Sweet Bee, why don’t you go play while Daddy gets our laundry washed and does some house stuff.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

I didn’t have anything to pack to go home except for Bumble and Humble. I had clothes that stayed at Daddy’s and clothes at Mom’s for during the week so there wasn’t much for me to do other than play. I even had special books here that Daddy read to me at night.

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